Dr. Fisk told me to start keeping a diary of my experiences, and to summarize anything that I believe has been important up to this point.
After I unknowingly mangled my neighbor’s face, impeding his vision forever, I became aware of a new presence in my life. I came to know this man as Dr. Fisk…I considered him at the time and still consider him to be my own personal savior. He came to me at the darkest of hours, offering a beacon of light. I have begun therapy sessions with him, and I know my neighbor has too.
I sometimes watch the doctor as he conducts sessions with Patrick. Sometimes they are in plain view, and sometimes they are hidden in one of the inner rooms of Patrick’s place. I find it comforting to know Dr. Fisk is near by. I feel terrible about what I have done to poor Patrick though. He clearly lives in fear since the accident…I still don’t particularly understand what happened and why he was here that day, but Dr. Fisk has insisted that we both refer to the incident as an accident, which I am grateful for.
Patrick screams like I have never heard any human scream before. It’s even worse to know that I am the direct cause of his terrors. Terrors that seem so different, yet so similar, to my own.